I find that when I go out in public with my children, I am in a constant state of mild embarrassment, which sometimes escalates into full on shame. It is not that I don't love my children, or that I'm not extremely proud of them, (which I do and I am), it's that my toddler loves to push my buttons for all the world to see.
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Case #1: Today. Swimming Lessons. Mr. Andrew (teacher) takes one child off of the underwater platform at a time to teach, while the other 5 play with toys and swim. In thirty minutes, Grayson manages to: constantly throw the toys into the deeper water so Mr. Andrew has to get them, gets mad and throws the diving ring into the innocent audience of parents watching their well-behaved children (twice), refuses to come out when I tell him, scoots juuuussst out of my reach in the water so I can't nab him and yank him out, and gets into a skirmish with another boy over a diving ring that involves pushing and grabbing. All the while I am mortified and under the watchful stares of other parents. After the lesson I talk with him and he apologizes to both Mr. Andrew and the diving ring boy. The boys hug and all is well, but my face is still red and not only from the 100 degree heat.
Case #2: Several weeks ago. Shopping. Victoria's Secret dressing room. Hushed and quiet as innocent shoppers try on various undergarments. Me trying on a bra. Grayson continuously trying to open the door so everyone can view his half-naked mother, and also trying to push the call button non-stop. I yank him down back into the stroller none too gently, to which he responds, "DON'T SQUEEZE ME LIKE THAT!" at the top of his lungs. Then in a silent, shame-filled fury, I tap his mouth and tell him to be quiet. "DON'T SMACK ME LIKE THAT!" at a thundering decibel range. Exit quickly, no bras purchased. Then, twenty minutes later, he throws up all over the table in the food court.
I love my son. And I also know it's only a matter of time before my angelic baby daughter starts a whole new round of embarrassing outings!
Look for Case #3: McDonald's play land potty accident / subsequent streaking in another post!
Case #1: Today. Swimming Lessons. Mr. Andrew (teacher) takes one child off of the underwater platform at a time to teach, while the other 5 play with toys and swim. In thirty minutes, Grayson manages to: constantly throw the toys into the deeper water so Mr. Andrew has to get them, gets mad and throws the diving ring into the innocent audience of parents watching their well-behaved children (twice), refuses to come out when I tell him, scoots juuuussst out of my reach in the water so I can't nab him and yank him out, and gets into a skirmish with another boy over a diving ring that involves pushing and grabbing. All the while I am mortified and under the watchful stares of other parents. After the lesson I talk with him and he apologizes to both Mr. Andrew and the diving ring boy. The boys hug and all is well, but my face is still red and not only from the 100 degree heat.
Case #2: Several weeks ago. Shopping. Victoria's Secret dressing room. Hushed and quiet as innocent shoppers try on various undergarments. Me trying on a bra. Grayson continuously trying to open the door so everyone can view his half-naked mother, and also trying to push the call button non-stop. I yank him down back into the stroller none too gently, to which he responds, "DON'T SQUEEZE ME LIKE THAT!" at the top of his lungs. Then in a silent, shame-filled fury, I tap his mouth and tell him to be quiet. "DON'T SMACK ME LIKE THAT!" at a thundering decibel range. Exit quickly, no bras purchased. Then, twenty minutes later, he throws up all over the table in the food court.
I love my son. And I also know it's only a matter of time before my angelic baby daughter starts a whole new round of embarrassing outings!
Look for Case #3: McDonald's play land potty accident / subsequent streaking in another post!
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